Day Dada walked out without saying Yetan, which means I’ll be back not I’m leaving. Day he left without a sound or hint, Mama pulled…
Love like a plan gone wrong Today I woke up and decided to be beautiful Everyday feels like a song in my head Looking to…
My friend Dudley and I go to the book store for something to read. It’s open mic night. “How many poems can be recited about…
Barefoot children stop and stare Gazes arrested By the banganapalli trunk Whose fruit sways gently In a summer wind And brown eyes Calculate trajectory Of…
When the frigid breeze cuts into my skin Creeps past countless layers of wool Then I grumble to Amma Where are the mangoes, I say…
For twenty-one days, we’d visit Cold rooms of a strange hospital – Eager to see a baby with hydrocephalus breathe. But I’m glad you never…
Dawn cracks over Delhi like a smooth, white egg, sunny yolk of hope, perennially dented, imperfect, in the welkin; on the wall, last night’s smoke…
“This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then…
(for Ganga, 1937-2016) “The silence of the dead is easily ignored.”- C. Dale Young You’ll never be archaeology; they’ll never find your bones. Cause today,…
I examine her face closely on Pinterest— the cracked skin, the oval sidelong face, the ripples of red hair small breasts, strong abdominal muscles, wide…
Everything went back to normal: Grandma dead again, me eyeing the farmer’s sons, trying to pull off my gloves as roughly as they did theirs….
A pot of potatoes for pirogis now bubbles a cauldron of chicken feet with no alpha in between. Chopped liver should be chopped, in the…
Woken again in the fifth hour to darkness, and memories of a shattered voice who cannot leave his lover, and from the pretty recent past…
a timeworn legend, this is regarding an avowal of destiny and karma, or call it, kismet and fate that assure nothing but, a soul mate…